He whispered in my ear, fear me, dear, for I am Death. I’ll take that shit you call a life in a single fucking breath.
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Is that a threat? It feels more like a welcome invitation.
He rejected me when my brother accidentally hit me with a car.
Think you could refer me to him?…. I’m a perfect candidate for death if he is looking for some new customers…. I don’t want the payment plan on death…. I’ll pay it off in full….